Somnambulantly, I crossed the kitchen just before four this morning. I retrieved the washed coffeemaker parts from the dishwasher and reconstructed the contraption. I added a full carafe of water and, grabbing a filter, poured an eyeballed amount of coffee from the pouch.

In my sleepy haze, I was imbued with memories of my early coffee-making days...days wherein I would measure coffee by the tablespoon according to how many cups of water I would add. Pft...amateur. I chuckle at such a precise practice now...I was so innocent then, so naive in the ways of the world.

Also, I am faced with the embarrassing knowledge that there was a time when I didn't drink an entire pot of coffee every morning...what was I thinking?